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Unexpected [Suga]

Code:

Y/F/L/N = Your *first* *last* name.

Y/F/N = Your friend's name.

Y/N = Your name.

Type: A bit angsty but fluffy at the end I swear.

Warnings: 

     - Friend in hospital

     - Contemplating life

     - Medical talk

     - 1 Swear word

Word Count: 1,422

Requested by: @fluffyminsuga I know you requested fluff but you didn't give me any ideas so I just went with whatever came to mind, sorry. >.<

I am so very sorry this took so long. Please forgive me. Also, I hope you enjoy it!~

Your POV

"Y/F/L/N, I regret to inform you that Y/F/N has been admitted into Seattle Grace Hospital [ (; ]. They've been taken into emergency surgery. Before then, they told me to call you and tell you. We are going to do everything we can for your friend. They are in very capable hands. I'm very sorry." The voice on the phone says before the call ends. Your hands shake as you place the phone down. I can't believe this is happening. This just never should have happened I'm so confused. I- Your thoughts begin to escalate and swirl through your mind.  

Your phone rings again. "H-hello," you answer in a shaky voice, not bothering to look at the caller's name.

A voice sighs on the other end, "So you've heard." It's your boyfriend Yoongi.

"Yes," you reply in that same voice. You can't even recognize it as yours.

"Everything will be fine, just you wait. I'm coming back to you now. I already told my manager I wouldn't be at practice. We can head to the hospital together," he says sadly, clearly upset.

"I'm sorry you had to miss practice," you stare blankly at the wall, not knowing what else to say.

"That's not what I'm upset about. I am so very sorry that this happened to Y/F/N, it's just not fair when something like that happens to someone so young." he says as an ambulance sounds in the distance.

"Yeah. They're the same age as us," you whisper as the realization horrifies you. This happened to Y/F/N. This could happen to me. This could happen to Yoongi. This could happen to anyone at any moment. Life is horrible. There is no point to living when you're just going to die.  Before you can get wrapped up too much into your thoughts, Yoongi replies.

"Sweetie, I'm about to pull into the driveway so I'm going to hang up but I'll be right in," he says before hanging up. That's what he does when he's in a hurry. I must be worrying him. I need to pretend to be okay.

"Hi," you say as soon as he walks in, noticing his worried gaze as it passes over you.

"Hi, I need to get a few things before we can go to the hospital but I'll be quick, I promise," he kisses your forehead and hugs you tightly before running off to do who knows what. Wow, that was definitely not pretending to be okay. I wonder why I feel so numb. Aren't people in this position supposed to be in pain?  You sit on the couch, propping your feet up on the next cushion, wrapping your arms around your legs to hold them to your chest. It doesn't even feel as if I'm holding myself together. It....doesn't... you can't even finish the thought before you start sobbing.